Walking along the surf is one of my greatest delights. The horizon challenges me to look to the future, to keep dreaming. The steady rhythm of the breakers and the tides speaks to me to keep on, to never give up. The carefree winging of the sea gulls encourages me to let go, that some things don’t matter.
I never tire of the sea.
I always find comfort beside it.
I’m always renewed in its salty air.
The following are two shape poems I drafted this week after a couple days at the coast (see photo gallery below).
The peace,© 2019, Alice Nine (draft)
The infinite beauty,
The sand beneath bare feet,
The steady roar of endless breakers,
The call of sea gulls swooping overhead,
The coolness of ocean breezes against my face,
The warmth of an afternoon sun from a blue sky,
The distant horizon that’s without end, that draws my
Thoughts to distant places, to dream once more like a child —
It takes my breath!
A great swell grows, rising, towering, it curves
forming a grand arch, cresting, white with foam,
a surging swash sweeping up the beach with matted seaweed and broken shells.
A moment passes as it swirls. Then suddenly
it recedes, tumbling broken shells,
tugging as it ebbs,
sea© 2019, Alice Nine (draft)
to build again… and again.
The Sea Calls Me…
There are times when I must go to the sea.
This past week was one of those times. So before the rates double or triple for the summer, we packed up and headed to the coast to stay a couple nights at one of our favorite places on The Promenade at Seaside, right at the edge of the sand.
Destination: Inn of Four Winds
Along the Drive to the Coast
At the Coast
Along the Drive Back Home
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